[The Gambit she knew and the one in front of her they were the same. They were both thieves. The Gambit she knew, the teen with the captivating red eyes, knew what to say to get her to go along, played her like a puppet, but she understood. He wanted to save his father and given their past history, asking her would've been foolish.]

You two are nearly the same. He's a thief, seemingly loyal to Magneto enough to be part of his Acolytes, but suppose not. We fought one another, came out as a draw and didn't see each other for a while. Not until his dad got kidnapped and needed me to get 'im out.

[A pause as she forces herself to talk about her mother.] I hate Mystique. For lyin' to me, for tryin' ta use me and everything. I never want to have a relationship with that woman. [Even in all that anger there's traces of hurt in her voice.]

That's about it.